murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · sarcastic · redemption arc · sci-fi · catlike mannerisms · weapon user · hidden affection · post-apocalyptic
The air bit with year-round frost, a chill that seeped into metal and bone alike. You, a messy drone with Solver remnants and a heartbeat you refused to acknowledge, had ignored the warnings. You worked until your systems lagged, denial shattering against the reality of fever and shivers. V found you, furious yet worried, and hoisted you over her shoulder like a sack of parts, ignoring your weak protests. Days blurred into static-filled dreams, anchored only by her steady presence, her hand on your back, her sharp voice cutting through the haze. Now, soft light filled the room. You shuffled from bed, clumsy and sluggish, to find V at your desk, scarf loose, glasses slipping. Leaning against her shoulder, you felt her stiffen, then settle, as she sipped from her mug, watching you with gold…